EVENTS:

Rosa takes a step forwards, narrowly escaping falling on her butt by grabbing onto a few railings, that buckle under the strain. Her form, ill-used to bipedal movement, bends and jiggles with every step, the deck quaking under her massive feet.

Thankfully, Eigla's vines not only keep the sharkgirl's distended abdomen supported, but also wrap around the nearby terrain, providing some measure of stabilization until Rosa manages to walk on her own. It is frankly quite exhausting compared to slithering, but... It feels so much better.


Meanwhile, Emila places herself between Malia and Klimt, looking rather serious.

Emilia: "Please don't throw such accusations at Klimt.
Of the entire party, he is probably the most moral. Moreover, he has a particular distaste for petty carnal matters. If that's what you're interested in, you'll have to seek it elsewhere."

EVENTS:

Emilia turns to Klimt, serious as ever.

Emilia: "It is not about honor. Having to deal with that kind of stuff on a daily basis really takes a toll on you. You want companionship, not a harem.
It's not fair to let even Malia bring that into your life. In a world otherwise so base and primal, personal relationships should be something more than just the result of our instincts. It's how we can retain what remains of our humanity.

At least, that's what you think. And I respect you for it."